Those horrible little imps who badger bewildered ball players were after Stan Musial. They lock-stepped up & down his bat and chanted in his ear: "You're in a slump . . . you're in a slump."
For three weeks, the mighty hitter of the St. Louis Cardinals hadn't been able to hit. Though not overly superstitious by nature, Musial began spitting over his left shoulder and looking for good-luck hairpins in hotel lobbies. That didn't help. Said he, desperately, "I've had the whole team advising me, and I all but take the bat to bed with me." His batting average sagged to...
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